I don’t have internet in my house and so I’m working at this lovely bakery for the day. Unfortunately, the couple next to me is talking about how date rape “isn’t a real thing” and that the current situation in Gaza could be neutralized with by flying in some bacon. Imagine I typed this very, very loudly.
“Hacks” are smug, but I tried a couple of
these productivity ones this week and they were kinda great. Have you done these? What is the difference between gelato and ice cream? The
definitive answer, via Max Falkowitz. Everyone thinks the Victorians were so buttoned up, but lo and behold:
THE CANNIBAL CLUB. In the last year or so, I’ve gotten TONS of listings for Alibaba.com products, and I didn’t really know what it was. Now I do, and
you can too!
Faulkner v. Hemingway: A Grudge for the Ages
A guide to sampling in music through the ages. Just when you thought the GOP couldn’t get any crazier, here’s someone who claims his primary opponent can’t serve because uh,
he has been replaced by a body double. Oh, law, I hope to grow into
someone this colorful, zany, appealing, and opinionated about shellfish serving. I had forgotten about
Phineas Gage, and his story never gets old. A fresh treatment from Slate.
You know what the best part of a three-day weekend is? A four day work week comes along with that. Enjoy your day.
I could lose hours looking at this
scientific flavor map. Andrew Bird talks about the
puzzle of writing a love song in the New York Times! Consider the
abandoned art museum.
Buying wine based on the (back) label. A
modern dictionary of linguistic signifiers, modeled on Flaubert’s (I swear, this is actually funny).
E.B. White and James Thurber: hilarious, a little smutty, and complete with line drawings.
This will probably disappear from the internet very shortly, so watch it ASAP. I did not know that
Ed Hardy is a serious and academic artist, and I am sad about how sad he is about his big mistake. I could not be more bored with the
Miley Cyrus “controversy” but I don’t want to be like “meanwhile, in Syria” or “Trayvon Martin” about it, so here are some actual strippers critiquing her VMA performance.
Ladies and gentlemen, the only Marvin Gaye-related thing you will ever, ever want to hear ever again.
Here are some things to read so that you’ll have something insightful and meaningful to take to brunch.
My babely friend Mel is visiting (a post on our kitchen adventures later!), so y’all can read while we’re out frolicking in the ocean.
Well, friends, I got you these. Enjoy a quiet day.
I don’t know that I would call them the “ first couple of American letters,” but I really like this profile.
Leading men age, but leading ladies don’t. Unless they win an Oscar. Then they age a little. Did you see
Waitress? I loved it. I love this blog, too! As I embark on this new job, I plan to
escape the cult of busy, as they say. Newsflash: I’m not important. Oh, my god, do I ever love
Stevie. Never change, you doll. My internet friend,
Snowden, wrote this about Barry Hannah, a Mississippian and great writer that I think of often and hope is resting well.
For when you get your windfall inheritance and need to establish an offshore tax haven. They changed the pimento cheese at the Masters’ and people were really bad, but no worries:
Wright Thompson is ON IT. E. L. Konigsburg was one of my favorite writers as a little girl, and she passed this week. I loved
this piece about the Met, imagination, and her.
Soy Bomb strikes again. To quote Mara Wilson,
this is like the Social Network for NPR. Where can you pick an apple for free and eat it?
This map tells you.
I got a surprise visit this week, so I’ll be having a very quiet Sunday here at home. Enjoy these links to see you through the day!
As always, here are some things to think about before going back to work tomorrow.
Happy Easter, if you’re doing that today. Happy Day-Before-Half-Priced-Chocolates if you aren’t. Enjoy these either way.
Do I need a $200 padded bra dryer? Maybe.
The Culture Kitchen didn’t make it, but as Good points out, this would be easily reproduced in many, many places. Let’s do it, shall we? Foppish boys, ignore the mean comments! 2013 is the
Year of the Well-Dressed Man! Again from the New York Times blog, but this time about
antiquarian books in Canada.
I am not going to complain in April. Join me! I’m serious. I have a low-grade permacrush on Rob Lowe and a serious-business hatred of the word “literally” so I don’t know what to do with
youth of France? Are you okay? I’m worried. Oh, I just…I…yes.
This. Trip Advisor, you’re on notice, I guess. Mississippi, my former home, is like a trashy cousin. I can make fun of her, but if you do, I will gut you like a fish. Leave me alone,
Short and excellent fiction. FO FREE FIFTY. This sums up most of my
unreasonable fears pretty nicely.
Read away, babies.
I think the guy on the right may be my real dad. Mom, please advise. (via Slate.com)
these amazing photographs of tourists from the 80s and early 90s. I definitely spotted some stuff that I owned circa then. I’m not sure why I find this whole thing so touching, but it’s definitely worth a quick look midday.
I’m on vacation still, so I’m leaving you these things to read in my absence:
So, what are you reading this weekend?